ZARA
I stood in front of the courthouse dressed in a hot black dress that hugged my perfect figure with tailored precision.
The morning sun bounded off the Polished stone column behind me, casting a long shadow across the marble steps.
My dress, though bold in cloud and cut, exuded an aura of authority sleeveless but high necked with a subtle slit that allowed for confidence.
My heels clicked against the pavement as I took a step forward, clutching a slim black briefcase in one hand.
Long, jet-black hair fell over my shoulders in soft waves, and a pair of stylish sunglasses shielded my sharp eyes, eyes that had seen courtroom victories and occasional injustice.
My makeup was minimal, but flawless, just enough to emphasize my cheekbones and the firm line of my lips.
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